If it’s Sunday, it must be party time – at least that’s the way it’s been for me over the past few weeks.
However, it’s not been beer and pizza that’s been consumed but orange juice and fairy cakes.
And the music hasn’t really been the type to get you heading on to the dance floor, unless, that is, you’re a secret fan of One Direction.
Yes, you’ve guessed it, it’s children’s parties I’m referring to – and, now that Calum has started school, they seem to have reached a completely new level.
For the past five years, apart from a couple of hours a day at nursery, someone in the family was with Calum all day every day.
Now, however, he’s got a whole new life we know nothing about and a growing circle of friends, many of whom we’ve never seen before.
And when they get together for a party they really know how to enjoy themselves.
As the parents sit on the sidelines, the birthday boy/girl and their guests release their pent-up energy by racing round the hall at a speed that would give Usain Bolt a run for his money.
There’s always the hope that it will tire them out but it always seems to be me who needs a lie down at the end of it!